Well, one can hardly call it “snow,” because it was less than an inch, but in classic Atlanta style, our roads are sheets of ice. The world (around here, anyway) has ground to a halt. Here are a few scenes from our silent, frozen morning.

This is how much snow fell last night.

Caleb, Chicken-Herder-In-Chief, wearing the result of a snow romp

Curious chickens find out what snow tastes like.

In the meantime, inside, the goat meat from my CSA this week marinates in curry, onion, salt, pepper, a jalapeno, and garlic.